Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë.
My rating: 5 of 5 stars.
Let me in (ah) your window (oh ho ho ho).
C’mon, you were thinking it. I know you were. I was, the whole way through. As the introduction indicates, it’s a rare text that can not only birth film adaptations but also pop chart-toppers. (And accompanying dance routines.)
Here’s a photo.
Yeah, it’s a pretty good one, right?
I took it during one of many long walks around the Cooks River, in an area known as the Greenway, which cuts through the Inner West of Sydney.
Turns out that I wasn’t the only one who thought it was OK. It was selected as the best adult community photography in the Greenway Art Prize last week, and I had to give a speech and everything.
I’m still pretty amazed, but there we are. It’ll now be part of an exhibition which will tour a couple of places with real artists’ work, so if you fancy, you can check it out in person.
Gosh.
Yeah nah. 